New Subordinates
"Well... when should we deal with him..."
Jet Stream trailed off, choosing his words carefully.
When? Right now, obviously, he could have said. Striking before a rival grew too strong was Villainy 101. But instead of stepping up himself, Jet Stream had been goading villains near Steel Armor's turf to keep him in check.
An S-rank villain could do whatever he wanted—or so people thought. Half right, half wrong. An S-rank could play king in his own domain. But step outside? Hyenas lurked everywhere, waiting for weakness. Heroes Association, rival S-ranks, and packs of A-rank pretenders who dared peek into absolute territory. Jet Stream's biggest headaches.
He could crush them one by one, sure. But they weren't idiots. Blood oaths kept them united, and even Jet Stream couldn't bulldoze that easily. Plus, show a crack, and other S-ranks would swarm his turf like vultures.
Thirteen years. That's how long it took to build his kingdom. The world's scariest people? Those with nothing to lose. No stakes meant pure impulse, emotion-driven chaos—like his hot-blooded youth. But now? Twenty-three districts, mountains of cash, god-tier powers, people. Too much to risk on whims. That massive-yet-fragile body couldn't move freely anymore.
"Best play's kill the bird, get the eggs free."
"Ooooh! As expected from the boss! Brilliant plan!"
A-rank villain Giga Elephant—peak simpleton—clapped like a kid at Jet Stream's words. If Prime Night was his right hand, Giga Elephant was the left. No thoughts, head empty. "Go smash" meant "go smash." No questions.
He lit up like that over nothing, true Jet Stream stan vibes. But really? Hearing "kill the bird" from the boss's mouth. So sophisticated! Giga Elephant flashed double thumbs-up, beaming like a child.
"Pfft!"
"That guy's..."
"Heh heh heh..."
His antics lightened the heavy mood. Other subordinates cracked smiles, faces softening.
Jet Stream spoke into the eased tension. "Inciting other villains won't cut it, huh?"
"Yes. And with Steel Armor rumors spreading, more are refusing."
"Is that so?"
Honestly, until now, villains only knew whispers—no live footage. Plenty doubted he was real S-rank. Humans ran the gamut: wise ones, and utter morons. Most villains? Morons. Even after seeing him wipe Cain's A-rank crew, drop White Knight live—they spun excuses. "Luck." "Gadget." "Hidden help." Fitting their tiny worldviews.
What villain's that delusional and escapist? That's why they're villains. Smart and realistic? They'd do good instead.
"Hmm..."
Jet Stream pondered, then issued new orders. "Shake him from inside, then."
"Send fast, sabotage-savvy ones to Steel Armor's turf. Blow his businesses sky-high. Main cash cow's drugs, right? Hit sales spots, kill the trade."
"Yes, sir."
Everyone felt it. War with the upstart loomed.
"Any leads on the perp?"
"That... sorry, boss. Nothing yet."
The woman farthest from Jet Stream—Succubus—bit her lip, answering.
Ten days back, some asshole superpowered freak trashed her ops. No hero had business there—Jet Stream's S-rank turf. Had to be a villain. Place wrecked like a giant swept through, storm-ravaged. Building crumbled unrecognizable. Workers crushed, injured, massive losses.
And the bastard kept coming back. As zone boss, Succubus poured everything into hunting him. Zilch.
"But I'll nail him ASAP!"
She blurted before Jet Stream could chew her out. He was soft for a villain, sure—but no saint keeping incompetents high up. More subordinates would dance if she got dumped. Plus, her powers needed special conditions—useless otherwise, basically normie.
"Do it before I lose faith."
"...Yes! I'll drag him in!"
"Three days."
"Huh?"
"Bring him here in three."
"B-Boss!"
"Meeting's over."
Jet Stream rose. Subordinates followed, filing out.
"Fuck..."
Alone, Succubus bit her lip bloody.
*****
"Waaah..."
"What do you think? Killer, right?"
"Y-Yeah... so beautiful..."
Elis teared up, mesmerized by the melody from Siren's Heart.
Nice, feeling proud.
Worth hauling seawater from the beach despite the hassle. Planned to reveal Steel Armor last time too, but got too hooked on Cass sex. Good thing she heard it now.
"Gonna head out."
"Huh? Where?"
"Work."
"But Oppa's unemployed... oh, right."
Elis tilted her head, then remembered my other gig. Ouch, unemployed stings. Beg Mom for outside director? Fat checks, zero work.
"See ya."
"Yeah. Leave Siren's Heart—play with it."
"Th-This? I can?"
"Duh. Stole it for you anyway."
"Oppa..."
Elis welled up, then she kissed me first.
"Thanks, Oppaa."
Whoa?! Shy Elis initiating?! Gifts conquer hearts, huh?! Cock's swelling! Boner time!
"Nope. Elis, upstairs."
"Huh? You said you were leaving..."
"Changed mind. Got an hour for Elis sex. Ji-na's room—mess it sloppy."
"Ahh...! My room okay? Feel bad for Ji-na sis..."
I gripped her plump ass tight; she bit her lip.
"It's fine. Got reasons."
"Reasons? What?"
"Hey! Don't pry into hubby's thoughts."
"Hubby... hehe."
"Can't hold back. Pound up the stairs."
Flipped her doggy on the floor. Yanked dolphin pants and panties, slammed cock in.
"O-Oppa! Just go up...!"
"Too late. Hyah!"
Smack!
"Haah~!"
Reined her hair like reins. Spanked that perfect ass, climbed.
Drug Elis.
Meant one hour; cock burned for two. Soaked Ji-na's bed in cum and juices. Then out.
*****
Skull Head Gang sailed smooth, wind at full sails.
"Boss."
"Yeah."
First sub Karinbia, his Red Gorilla, familiar villain faces. Pre-Jet Stream showdown hires—reclusive talents to bulk the org. Most Karinbia's; two mine (Mark Two).
"Heh heh heh..."
Guy creepy-laughing at me: Kin Deriya, level-6 B-rank Light Head.
Merc villain, perfect Skull Head fit. Why?
Shiny!
"Gah! Blinding!"
—Bald head. Lit up like a flashbang. Hence the name. Tattoo skull? Instant fit! Genetic bald since 13, not shaved.
Drawn to that gleam, offered work. He jumped like he'd waited forever.
"Boss."
Next: purple full-body suit guy. Lone merc too. Recruited on sight—Deadpool vibes. Personality? Opposite. Level-7 B-rank Blood Shot.
Ex-hero. No clue why turned; didn't care, didn't ask. Hero past? Super polite to me.
Nice!
"Boss."
"..."
"Hm... doesn't look tough..."
Behind: Karinbia's trio. B-ranks: Taser Gun, Titan Pipe, Sand Storm.
Tch.
Five newbies, still underwhelming. Jet Stream's A-rank swarm vs. ours? Me and Karinbia aside, zero A-ranks. Even if I smash him 1v1, weaklings make victory feel cheap.
Best we could snag, though.
Wanted A-ranks too, but most held turf or served S-ranks.